Tarries with Oswald. See the strange new peace

That burns his face like a white altar-flame.

Not yet must we draw near, lest our weak sight

Be blinded by that glory of gold hair

That gleams so strangely in the light of dawn."

The Unknown Knight

When purple gloomed the wintry ridge

Against the sunset's windy flame,

From pine-browed hills, along the bridge,

An unknown rider came.